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 The story of Sapritius and...
 The forty martyrs of Sebaste
 Binding and loosing
 God hath chosen
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 The procession of palms
 The story of S. Meinrad
 The legend of S. Wenceslaus
 The martyr of Mangalore
 The Manx fisherman
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 An autumn night on Rosnakill
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A. .0




I ~aid


THE following stories are of the same kind, and
written with the same view, as those in the two
parts of the "Triumphs of the Cross," which
formed the sixth and thirteenth volumes of the
JuvamFL ENGOLumBX 'S IBRAR. Their only
design is to lead children to take an interest in
Ecclesiastical History, as members of that One
Church which produced the Martyrs of Primitive
times, the Saints of the Middle Ages, and which
at the present day is rousing herself in this land,
to emulate (as we may trust) the brightest
periods of earlier centuries. For this reason
these stories stretch from Apostolic times to
our own.
The authorities for the Jfrt and second of
them are well known. The tMrd is most fully
related by S. Basil, in his Sermon on the Forty
Martyrs; it will be m that the tale, here

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given, is only concerned with the first part of the
legend. The fourth is narrated by S. Gregory
Nyeen, in his Life of S. Gregory the Wonder-
worker (Ed. Paris. 1618, tom. iii. p. 548, &c.).
The ffth has been variously told; according to
Sosomen, who relates it (H. E. i. 17) as a pen-
dant to an event which happened at Nices, it
occurred when Constantine came to Byzantium,
and the party by whom the miracle was wrought
was S. Alexander. I have preferred the other
version, as introducing us to the Second Oecume-
nical Council The sixth has for its principal
authority Theodoret (H. E. v. 24); the dif-
ficulties attending it, and the confusion of the
names Telemachus and Almachius, are reconciled
by the commentators on the passage. The
seventh is related in almost every Liturgical
work; at the same time, there are chronological
objections to it, which are treated of by Pagi
(884. i-ix.). The eighth has been told of more
than one medieval Saint, and may actually have
happened more than once. The nint, supposing
it a legend, is a legend of such extreme beauty,
that it may well find a place in a series of tales
like the present. The tenth is given by the
Portuguese author, Helias da Costa, in his Bis-
loria Catolica, p. 166. The eleventh is true
as to its facts, though it did not occur in the Isle

of an. The me(lA is given in the Dictiomary
of Russian Saints, p. 184. The tbhrte6 h was
related by the newspapers of the time. The
fourteeth i of course, taken from the cele-
brated Epistle of the Churches of Lyons and
Vienne, to those of Asia, though the events are
crowded into a briefer space of time than that in
which they actually occurred; it was written after
a visit to the church of Ainay in Lyons, the scene
of the confession of the Martyrs. The.Afteeth
is merely given, as win be seen at its commence-
ment, in the light of a beautiful legend.
If the present little volume shall interest those
for whom it is written, as I am thankful to know
that, in many cases, the Triumph qf the Cror
have done, I shall feel it a great privilege to have
been allowed thus to influence their minds.

Mfidwtmh Eve, 1849.


wvaE warITr






You have asked me to tell you some more
stories of the great things.which GoD has
done by His Saints in the times of old. It
is indeed pleasant to think of those blessed
spirits, now before the throne and before the
LAM, who yet once dwelt in bodies of sin
and infirmity like ourselves. They and we
are still knit together in one communion and
fellowship: they have an interest in us, and
we in them. When we tell of what they
wrought on earth, we must remember that we
may one day hope to hear it from themselves
in their Home and ours. Then we shall know
better what they did and what they suffered;
and we shall no doubt find that the half of
their deeds have not been told us.
But the Church, or rather the great Head

* 1nTMOPOUcTo.

of the Church, has taken care that many of
the wonders that they wrought should be
written for our instruction. And then, what
a thouht it is, that they had no further
trgt than we have--that what they
did, we, by GoD's grace might also do.
We have one LORD, one Faith, one Bap-
tism with them. Do you not think that the
One LORD is as able to strengthen and to save
us as them t Do you not think that in the one
Baptism the HOLY GHOST was given to us
as much as to them ) Do you not think
that the power of the one Faith might be
as great in us as it was in them
This is the victory that overoometh the
world, even our faith." I am going to tell
you how at sundry times and in divers man-
ners the faith of the Saints has overcome the
world. Not in former days only, but in our
own times; not in countries very far away
only, but in our own land: not by men only
who had served their Master well and truly
till old age, but by children.
Some of those of whom I shall tell you
have resisted unto blood, striving against
sin. The Prophet speaks to us of the Mar-
tyr. The shield," he says, "of his mighty

P'wra ionse >

men is made red; bivs a t mm am H i :
oarebt." Andwe uha hear of othkL
confeaed their LonD with their moth,
though they were not honoured in g
called to ly down their lives for ji :
who endured mocking and revi oold
and hunger for Him, who bore the burden
and the heat of many year in His service;
years which seemed to them but as a few
days, for the love they felt towards Him.
And what can we more itly ay, when we
think of thee Blessed Ones, than the very
words in which the men of Dan spoke to
their brethren t Arise, that we may go up,
for we have seen the land, and it is very
good; and are ye stillI Be not slothful to go,
and to enter and possess the land. When ye
go, ye shall come to a people secure, and
unto a large land; for GOD hath given it
into your hands; a place where there is no
want of any thing that is in the earth."
But we must remember that we can go up
to that happy country in no other way than
as the Saints went up of old; that the
Church has no easier path for us, than she
set before them; that it is of no use to think
Nahu, ii. .


of the Martyrs, unless we try to imitate
them; that it will not avail us to pray to be
with them hereafter, unless we have trodden
in their footsteps here.
Their were indeed great trials, and ours
are little ones; but we are fighting the very
same battle that they fought, and if we win
it, we shall inherit the same reward. An evil
thought put down, an unkind word left
unsaid, is a stroke struck in the same war
in which they are already crowned as con-
querors. They were faithful in a few things,
before they were put in charge with many
things-and, if they had not been found
trustworthy in the one, they had never at-
tained to the other.
And if only we bear this in mind, then
we may well my with a Bishop of our own
Church-" Those Blessed Ones with GOD
that have fought a good fight, and finished
their course, as they now reign in glory in
their Redeemer, so are they honourable
amongst the righteous upon earth for ever.
They have left a name behind them, that
their praises should be reported. The Loan
hath gotten great glory by them, and there-
fore with renown He will reward them.

No Chritie wi deny, ar y t them t ir
dwe;-4ad, for myw; it doth me getd at
heart to se them honoured; I adedm
reverence, look up to them in their adi;
their triumph and trophies over diA" md
hell, my tongue and pen shall most wMhgly
set out to life, with all the poor skill and
feeling Ihave. Thrice happy reaper of That
mighty Boas, that did so worthily in Ephr-
tah, and were so famous in Bethlehem; that
mowed in tear when ye went forth, but
reap now the fruit of your labours in joy;
ye have left some gleanings for Ruth to
gather after you, for the comfort and cherish-
ing of her poor widowed mother. Thrice
happy guests of That royal Ahaserums admit-
ted to eat at His Table, in His Palaee-to
drink of the sweet wine of joy in the cup of
immortality, dad in the wedding garments
of unchangeablenes. Spies of that Land
of Promise, which indeed loweth with milk
and honey, to whom That Captain of the
armies of the LORD of Hosta, That Joshua in
truth, hath given rest from all enemies round
about; fair flocks of That Great Shepherd of
Irael, that feed upon the mountains of eter-
nity, and repose yourelves in green pa-

r-r^T-- r-*. "------- -a-S- ---*,J.',--- r ". -I.- ^^rR;
tone by the waters of lie; we know that
ye afford us your best wishes and desires;
refesh us with the crumbs of your deliosies
there, compsionte our yet pilgrim estate,
that lie among bears, and feed among the
You cannot yet fully understand the beau-
tiful words of that good Bishop: but some-
thing of them you will perhaps recollect when
next you sy-and GoD grant that what
you say with your lips you may feel with
all your heart and soul--"I believe in the
Communion of the Saints."


1 "LoRD, whither goest Thou?" 66 7
2 The Story of Sapritius and S. Nicephors, 260 17
8 The Forty Martyrs of Sebaste, 812 26
4 Binding and Loosing, 265 87
5 "GoD hath chosen the foolish things of this
world to confound the wie," 881 50
6 The Last Show of Gladiator, 404 58
7 The Procession of Palm, 881 78
8 The Story of S. Menrad, 8
9 The Legend of 8. Wencesau, 9
10 The Martyr of Mangalore, .150 99
11 The Man Fisherman, 110
12 The Story of Metrophanes of Voronej, 1710 120
18 An Autumn Night on Bonakil, 1848 181
14 Pothinus and the Martyrs of Lyons, 177 189
15 The Legend of the Seven Children of
Ephesus 159



A. D. 66.
A soTrr nmmer's night came down over the
vat City of Rome. Bome, then in the
height of its Pagan glory, what a wonderfid
sight it wa! What a world of wickedness
that quiet moon looked down upon And
the temples, that rose so pale and white
against the lodles iky, in all the beauty
of their column and arades, their mabes
ahaeair gold, who could have dreamed that
a pqpA deqpid sed ct, profesing to wonrhip
Omew at had been aroeifed as a muae-
tar at Jerualem, would, in three centuries,
mswp them from the fiee of the earth, and
early leave their memory behind them
The they dtood, as if they would tamd far

8 LOwD, wanrrm eOQ TCou ?
ever: the temple of Japiter, the Capitl,
with its roof of bras; the huge Cols-
sem; the Pantheon, with its vast dome.
Art, and wealth, and beauty, and power,
and fashion, all were on their side-every
thing but the truth. But with that against
them, how could they endure t "As for
the truth, it is mighty and prevaileth: it
liveth and conquereth for evermore."
Shall we look for a moment into one of
those palace-like houses that lined the Via
Appia, in the First Region of the city T That
night, Valerius Messalinus, a gay young
patrician, gave a splendid banquet to nine of
his friends. The three couches on which
they reclined were of satin wood, with ivory
legs; the cushions were of the richest purple
cloth, embroidered with gold; the lamps
were fed with the sweetest oils; the tables
were of citron, inlaid with silver; and it was
thought a very excess of luxury that they
were furnished with coverings of fine linen.
The golden dishes flashed with inlaid gems;
the slaves waited crowned with flowers;
there were kids from Ambrosia, cranes from
Melos, oysters from Bichborough in Eng-
land; and in the second course, a mullet

4jed on the table, that the guests might he
satied ofits fehnmes.
"I drink to thee, Valeru," sid Lea-
tuhus of the College of Augurs, emptying a
porcelain cup of Caecuban.
"Well to thee replied the mater of the
home. "And what news to-day abroad
By Hercules, since the Emperor has been
in Achaia, there has been little to do, and
leM to say."
"I hear of none," said the Augur, un-
les you call the spread of this new super-
stition news."
"The Jews, is it nott" inquired Accus
Why, some say not," answered Lentuls.
"These fellows, as the report goes at our
College, call themselves Chretians, or Chri-
tians; some call them Nazarene. But there
is but one proper title for them."
"What is that asked Valerius.
"Why, fool," aid the other. "We have
not heard anything of them since Nero made
torches of several sme two years ago."
"There will be more tow spared, then,
Mso," cried Turbo, "for the Senate re
weary of them, and by Hercules, soIam too!"

10 L wo, wmnuaaW eo rTou?
"What do you think is one thing they
hold?" asked the Augur, who by his pur
suits had leart somewhat more of the sub-
ject than his companions.
"Nay, I know not, said Valerius.
"Why, they may-by Hercules, the thing is
too absurd-they say that the bodies of those
that die will rise again some day or other."
"Will what?" cried Valerius.
"Will rise again-will come forth from
the ground," explained the Augur.
"0 good Jupiter, what shall we hear
next exclaimed two or three.
"Well, now you mention it," said Turbo,
"I do remember, some fifteen years ago, when
my son, Attilius, was studying at Athens,
that he wrote me word of a Jew-Paul I
think his name was-who was carried before
the Areopagus for talking about the Resur-
rection. I recollect my son mentioned it
more than once-it seemed to strike him.
Well, poor fellow I he is with the more!"
I remember him well," said Valerius
Messalinus. We will drink to his memory,
if you please."
Good Thsian, this," said another guest;
" How old is it, Valerius "

sei, wU m-asmie ? H
"Nay-I must ask Gets. Get, when
was this Thasian put in cask?"
In the consulate of Claudius and PI-
piniu, my lord."
"A pretty age," said the other. "I, too,
excellent Turbo, knew your son; he would
have been an honour to Rome."
Well," said the Augur, the thing is to
make the most of life. As to rising again,
it is very well for such scum as these Chris-
tians; but it won't do for us."
Ah! Caius Lentulus! could you foresee
that in less than two years, you would stand
alone, forsaken, unpitied, before the glare of
eighty thousand Roman eyes, amidst the
shouts of "Lentulus to the Lions truly
making the most of your life by laying it
down for the Crucified, and that your last
words before the fatal spring of the beast
would be-" The resurrection of the body,
and the life everlasting," what would be
your thoughts in that banquet t
I have done with those revellers. They
were but one set of a thousand that ban-
queted that night in Rome. Come now with
me to the Mamertine prison. Gloomy and
frowning as are its walls-ghastly u that


It LOeM wrsn easOWT re?
a siWd M& MA T boom in the n
5ligh-we need not fear to enter it low
ar*, and to pass onward
In the guard-room, dimly lit up by two
lanterns, eight or nine persons are met.
An aged man, like one of the Saints of the
Most High-his tall stature not bent, nor
his natural force abated, nor his piercing eye
dimmed by age-has been speaking; every
face is fixed on him; the men sadly and
lovingly, yet with hope and trust. That
young Roman lady, leaning back in the
prison chair, is weeping, but she alone.
Two guards are at the side of the speaker,
anxious, as it seems, to persuade him to
somewhat they have at heart.
"Igo then, my children," said the Prince
of Apostles, "and the grace of our LoaD
JEuss CHmIST be with you. For thee,
Linus, I say yet once again, feed the
Church of GOD which is in this city, taking
the oversight thereof with a ready mind,
and in all things showing thyself an ensam-
ple to the heritage of CHBIBT. So, when
the chief Shepherd shall appear, thou shalt
receive the crown of glory that fadeth not

-AN wuu som er m ? I IS
"Py- r r *th**i* O .jrea
that my Ai il not" sid 8. Lirnm in
low md trembling voae.
"I have, my son, I hae," rpd the
Apotle, "and I will And since it se
meet that for a while I should leave you,
in body, not in spirit, yet again I beseech
you all to live in love, and to play the man
for CHRIST's make; always bearing in mind
that He is at the right hand of GOD, to
succour and defend you in all straits. Ye
have not beheld His glory as we beheld
it when we were with Him In the Holy
Mount; but remember that He mid Him-
self: 'Blessed are they that have not see,
and yet have believed.' Farewell, beloved
brethren, and the GOD of peace be with
Then was there sore weeping among the
little band of Christians. They had urged
the Apostle to escape by night, that his lif
might yet be spared, and he had yielded to
their prayers. Processes and Martinianus
then guards of the prison, afterwards glo
rious martyr, willingly gave him the power
of going forth; he had converted them in
the dungeon, and had baptized them, with

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' 31'


14 LsOn wonam ea r tme
forty-seven others. And they desired that
the Apostle should still live to proclaim to
others the Gospel, which they themselves
had learnt from his lips.
"It is more than time," said Procemns at
length. "Day will soon break. I go with
thee, beloved Father, to lead thee on thy
way to the Appian Gate."
Who cannot fancy-and yet who would
dare to write-the words which the Apostle
spake as they passed under the Mount Pala-
tine, along the Circus Maximus, through the
Porta Capena, onwards by the Appian road t
Perhaps I have already been trespassing on
ground too holy. I dare not coin words
for one, who on that day, will fill one of
the twelve thrones, judging kindred, and
nations, and people. I can only relate what
the Church has told me.
They approached the Appian gate. The
weary sentinel received the usual fee from
Prooessus, and opened the wicket. The
guard returned to the prison: the Apostle
proceeded on his way.
He went on; but, in a few moments, a
Form approached him That he could never
forget. Our LoRn, once again the Man of

omc w ain merr e orr 11
Sorrows Mad acquainted with gri.A drew
towards him, bearing His Cross. It ws
thirty-three years since that glorious day
when His feet, for the last time, touched
Mount Olivet; and behold, as in that awfol
journey up Mount Calvary, the REzDEEz
of the world drew near.
The Apostle spoke. "LORD, whither
goest Thou he asked.
"I go," the LORD said, "to be cru-
ified in Rome again." And forthwith the
Figure passed on, and vanished from his
What then did the Apostle think? He
knew that CHBIBT, being raised from the
dead, dieth no more, death hath no more
dominion over Him. Yet He, Who could
not suffer in Himself, might suffer in His
members; the Captain of our salvation in
His followers, the Master in the servant.
He knew that of himself had been the pro-
phecy: "when thou shall be old, another
shall gird thee, and carry thee whither thou
wouldest not." And gathering from thence
what he afterwards wrote, "I must shortly
put off this my tabernacle, even as our Loan
Jasus CasBIT hath showed me," he en-

16 LO wrum aeo0r 2oU?
ted the gate again, and returned to the
At the end of that self-same June, on the
twenty-ninth day of the month, the two
glorious Apostles, the one by the croe, the
other by the sword, put on immortality.
On them, as on a sure foundation, the
Church of the Apostles and Prophets is
built; and the gates of hell shall never pre-
vail against the rock of the teaching of Paul
and the faith of Peter.



A. D. 260.

"THOHGH I give my body to be burned,
and have not charity, it profiteth me
nothing." Do they seem strange words?
Does it seem hard to believe that a man
may have that wonderful courage, whereby
he is willing to lay down his life for GoD,
and yet not possess that love, without which
all our doings are nothing worth I will
tell you a story on this very subject.
But we must go back nearly fifteen hun-
dred years, and must visit that great and
rich city Antioch.
The Roman Emperor, Valerian, was per-
secuting the Church. For three years and a
hal, his fury was such, that if it had been
possible, the very elect must have yielded.
And more especially in Antioh, the Capital

8 T~ TOT or sAmIIuu
of the East, the princes of this world took
coune against the Lo D and against His
See the broad street that leads from the
temple of Diana to the Daphne gate is all
but empty. I can only mark two men on the
shady side of the way, for the summer's sun
is pouring down his beams with intolerable
fierceness. And these two walk slowly for-
ward, speaking low and cautiously, as if they
feared to be overheard, and yet hurriedly, as
if it were some interesting thing of which
they talked.
It is most true," said one of them, whose
name was Licinius, "that Sapritius is among
the confessors. I was in the court this
morning, when the governor ordered him to
sacrifice "
And he refused asked the other.
"Most steadfastly, 0 Nicephorus. He
had ever but one answer: We worship not
images made by the hands of man; we wor-
ship only Him That made all things, and His
Only-Begotten SON."
And he suffered the torture bravely ?"
"He did," answered Licinius. "I have
seen many suffer. I was by when our

a x 46 m 1*
Bishop, the Martyr Babylas, bieathed ot his
blessed oul. So I was when Margaret ye
6fio her tortures, to an incorruptible crown.
But never saw I more undaunted courage,
than in this true Priest of GOD, whom, even
now, they will lead to execution."
"Woe isme! Woe is mel" cried Nice-
phors. "Once he and I were friends
beyond common friendship: we took sweet
counsel together, and together walked in the
house of GOD. But then enmity rose be-
tween us, and we would not, if we could
help it, be seen in the same street."
"But surely that is past now," said Lii-
nius. "He that is the Martyr of JESU
CHBIBT, can never be hated by a Christian."
"Hatedl" exclaimedNicephorus. "Long,
leag ago have I prayed for forgiveness; I
sought it earnestly, as friend from friend-
I sought it humbly, as layman from priest.
Twice I sent common friends to beseech him
to pardon me; still he refused; then I went
myself to his house, and begged him to be
merciful for the sake of CHBIST.
"And still he persisted in refusing"
asked Lieiniu.
"Woe is me I yes."

20 Tm wM Of U PurnuI
"In that, then, he wasorely unlike his
Mater," mid the other.
"Say not so," replied Nioephors. "Pe-
chance I did not ask earnestly enough;
perchance in my manner I offended him.
One that hath been a Confessor and will
be Martyr, he cannot but be like his LOBD.
But this I will yet do. I will go to him to
the place of execution, and will kneel to him
there; surely, so near to heaven, he must
Then," said Licinius, "you must do it
now; for, as I think, yonder procession, going
out at the Gate of Daphne, is carrying him
to execution.
It was even so. A band of ten or twelve
soldiers was moving forward from the city.
Men, boys, and the lowest of women fol-
lowed through the fierce glare of that noon,
mocking and taunting. In the midst came
Sapritius, pale, and plainly exhausted with
recent torture, yet holding himself upright,
and walking steadily on. There was courage
in his eye and mouth; you would rather say
an expression of daring than of peace. He
bore the insults of the people with a smile;
but there was too much contempt in it for

un a. 1a6om I. Ii
te smile of a Prist, too much bitternm for
that of a Martyr.
Long life to Valerian!" shouted Cmtim,
the barber. "This rabble will not long pol-
lute the earth."
"Have you your obolus for Charon I"
roared Malelas, the gladiator.
Charon will have nothing to sy to him,"
said Domitius, the street sweeper.
Stand back, my masters said the cen-
turion, "or we shall break some of your
heads. How can we get forward while you
press on us sot"
You fellow Sapriti--you that worship
the ass's head"-the common reproach against
Christians-" you stealer of the meats on the
tombs, have you nothing to say to us?"
asked one of the women.
"Much," said Sapritius; "but it would
not benefit you to hear. We are com-
manded by our law not to cast our pearm
before swine."
Swinel" cried three or four voices.
"Swine! they are too good, any how, to
herd with such as you."
Silence!" shouted the centurion; "Back!

fLE IOm U o1 sralmr

The crowd held back a little; when burt-
ing through it, Nicephorus was at the side
of the Priest.
"Martyr of CHRIST, pardon me!" he
cried. I offended through infirmity, I re-
pent with all my heart. For CHRIST'S sake
forgive me."
Sapritius answered not. His cold blue
eye was fixed on the ground, and he passed
steadily on.
"Forgive me, Martyr of CHRIST," said
Nicephorus, after a pause. You are going
to enter on your reward; you are going to
an exceeding and eternal weight of glory;
have compassion on me."
Still no speech, no look of forgiveness.
For the sake of our ancient love," pleaded
Nicephorus for the sake of Him That died,
the Just for the unjust, of Him That said,
FATHER, forgive them, for they know not
what they do I"
"By Hercules I" cried the centurion, "this
fellow is the madder of the two. Why!
what, in Pluto's name, fool, can it matter
'whether a malefactor forgives you or not t"
"Will you not, then, forgive me, holy
Martyr asked Nicephorus, sadly, as they

AU &. cmmnImemnM. n
amne out on little green, in the midst of
which a block was xed. The red rtain on
its wood, and the discoloured grass around
it, showed too well what had been its use.
Still Sapritius spoke not. But, as the
band halted, and the executioner, coming
behind him, fastened his elbows with a cord,
he looked restlessly around, fixed his eyes
for a moment on the block, shuddered, gazed
on the crowd, and hung back.
Come, sir," said the executioner.
Sapritius stepped forward.
O yet forgive me," said Nicephorus, with
redoubled earnestness.
Kneel down here," said the Centurion.
Why asked the Priest, in a trembling
"Why T" repeated the offer. Becaae
you have disobeyed the laws, and refused
to sacrifice."
"But I have changed my mind," said
Sapritius, "I will sacrifice."
A yell of derision burst from the crowd.
Nicephorus sprang forward. "No, for GoD'S
sake, no I Hold out but a few moments, and
all will be safe! The palm i all but in your
hands; you did not mean it, you could not

34 TrB STORT or sAPInm
have meant it; sy so, for CHmT's sake,
say sor"
"I will sacriic-I will esrife--take
me back to the altar," said the Apostate.
"lo, io shouted the crowd: "Jove be
praised They deny the Crucified "
"I deny Him not," said Nicephorus,
looking round him calmly. "0 even yet,
brother, repent HE will forgive the hasty
word "
"Are you a Christian?" asked the Cen-
SI am."
"Lay hands on him. As for you," turn-
ing to Sapritiu, hold you to that you even
now said t Will you sacrifice "
"I wil, I will indeed," faltered the
wretched man
"Take him to the governor, then, and
ask what we shall do with the other Naza-
rene, Julius and Fabius," said the Centurion.
Men, to the right about face-there is shade
under those palms-march !"
"0 Sapritius!" said his friend, sending
one sorrowful look upon him. But the
Apostate saw it not. He slunk off, keeping
his eyes on the ground, between his friends.

aID moasoI m m. S
Half an hour Nicephoru spent in prayer,
hlf an hour had the mob for their revling,
and then the mesenger came back
"Hath he sacrificed" asked the Cen-
"Most readily," said Julius; "and you
are to strike off this man's head instantly."
So Nicephorus received the crown, which
the LoRD hath promised to them that love
Him, and that show their love to Him by
their love to them that are His. So Sapri-
tiu, for his unforgiving spirit, lost the grace
of martyrdom, and from a Confessor, became
an Apostate.


ABOUT A. D. 312.

TaE snow lay deep and white on Mount
Ararat. The cold winds came down from
Mount Caucasus, and burnt up the earth
till it lay hard and stiff as iron. Mount
Niphates glittered in the weak rays of the
January sun, like a mine of diamonds; the
barbarins of Sarmatia wrapped their sheep
skins about them, and buried themselves in
the dens and caves of the earth. Every
night, the long melancholy howl of the wolf
was heard along the banks of the Araxes;
the bear, driven from his haunts by cold and
hunger, prowled very near the abode of
men; the hymna dug up the new grave, and
feasted on the yet perfect remains of the
It was, indeed, a cruel winter. Four

2E= 0omr mKArras oW UsUAh!s. U
Boma legions were quartered in Selbes, a
great city of Amenia; and more than moe,
when the sentinel went, at the third watch,
to relieve his companion, he found him
fozen at his post.
* Liciniu ruled in the East; and though
the Crou was now openly victorious,-
though Constantine in the West professed
himself a Christian, though temples were
everywhere decaying, and idols everywhere
contemned, he, vain man, would needs fight
a little longer against the truth, if haply
he might accomplish that which the ten
great persecutions had failed in bringing to

Now there were in the legion called
adjutre, then at Sebaste, forty valiant con-
fessor of JESUS CHBIBT. These true sol-
dier, not of any earthly prince, but of
the King of kings, set their faces like fint
against idols and idol-worship; they would
not yield to that which some of their breth-
ren thought it no shame to practice, nor
bow to the military standards in the pri-
ipia (the head quarters) lest they should
seem to adore the gods there worshipped.
The Emperor's lieutenant heard tidings of

1s8 !T torT mAT1rr
their boldness, and he called them before
him. There they played the man for their
LOBD; they were beaten with vinerods,
they were torn with the plumbate, the
leaden whips; they were mangled, tortured,
racked; but they, one and all, confessed I
good confession, remembering Who hath said,
" Fear not them that kill the body, and after
that have no more that they can do: but
fear Him Which, after He hath killed, hath
power to cast into hell."
Now it fell on a January evening, when
the heart of Marcus Attilius, for that was
the name of the legate, was merry with
wine, that he resolved to bend the forty con-
fessors to his will, or to end their lives.
Four cohorts of the Lgio Adjutris were
drawn up in the great square of the city.
By the side of this square was a pool,-then
hard frozen to its very depths; and nigh at
hand was a little temple, raised some two
centuries before, to Mars, and the Fortune
of the Empire. Then, at the word of the
commander, the forty Christians stood forth
in the midst.
Soldiers," said he, "it is not unknown
to you, that these men, whom ye have here-

tore beheld suing in part the nmwad d
their deed, have dishooured the cmmilr
eagles have disobeyed the command of the
most victorious and pacifo Augustus, have
blasphemed the bleed divinities themselves,
saying that they be no gods which are made
with hands. Licinus hath sworn by the
fortune of Rome to extirpate these men and
their profane teaching from the earth, as did
the god Valerian, and the god Diocletian.
And now," he continued, turning to the
confessors themselves, Citizens, for them
that thus disgrace themselves, I call not
soldiers, listed to your doom: Ye see that
pool, and the temple beside it. The Au-
gustus, speaking by my mouth, gives order
that these men shall be stripped, and shall
stand on the ice all this night. It is well
known that more than oem brave soldier
in these very cohorts hath perished by cold,
notwithstanding all his care, in these in-
clement nights; and to be exposed to the
frost on yonder icy pool will be certain
death. Yet hear further: a fire shall be
kindled in the house of the Priest that joins
the temple; and they that will seek the
protection of the god, shall have shelter,

shall have clothes, laD have food and wine,
and, on the morrow, hall have good pro-
"Most excellent Legate," said Lucius
Peacenninus, a centurion of the first cohort,
"true it is that in this matter alone we dare
not to obey the Augustus. It is meet to
hearken unto GOD rather than to man.
But in all things else we have ever shown
our courage and our fidelity to the Casar;
for it is written in our law, 'Fear GOD;
honour the king.' I myself have a mural
wreath; one of my brave brethren here hath
won a vallar, and one a civic crown. Be
these the deeds of men that deserve to be
called citizens But use your pleasure with
us. In this one thing we refuse obedience;
make trial of us in aught else, and in serving
you we shall best serve our GOD. If it be
your will that we should be exposed on the
pool, we shall face the ice and the frost with
as true a heart as ever we met the Persians
on the field of battle."
"It is well said," replied the legate, "but
ill done. Sempronius," he turned to a
centurion, "I commit the charge of this
affir to you. Keep watch in the Priest's

e m sams. I
hoae, ad exeute to the letter l I be
id. Soldiers, to your quarters
"A victoriatus to a sestertius, Smpr-
aas," mid one of his fellow centurions,
"that not one lives to the sunrise."
"I take it," replied the other. "Old
Pesoenninus has a stout look; and there
are one or two more that I would venture
somewhat on. But mind you-till morn-
ing only-for they will hardly survive for
"Till sunrise," said his friend. "But
hark ye I-if any of them gies in, and takes
refuge in the temple, he counts for nothing."
Agreed," said Sempronius. "And now
I must look to this business. Good night."
"The gods guard you, Sempronius! I
will myself come down at sunrise, and see
how matters have gone."
Night closed in over the city. The shops
were shut; the streets were still. Men
went not willingly forth into the bitter cold.
No friendly cloud hung in the sky-it was
a clear, starry night;--the constellations
glowed in the intense frost. The citizens
heaped up their fires, and gathered closer
around them. The soldiers discussed the


*II 9M sen m KAITMS
speech of the legate, and canvassed the con-
stancy of the sufferers.
There, on the frozen pool, stood the Mar-
tyr of J eos CaHBBT. From the op .
door of the temple, a bright cheerful gleam
of firelight shone; it threw fantastic shadows
in the great square, and reflected itself on the
clear dark ice. Some presently fell, and
slept that sleep which ends only in death;
some walked hurriedly up and down, as if to
keep in the heat oflife; some stood with their
arms folded, almost lost in prayer; some
consoled themselves and their brethren in
the conflict.
"Better this cold," said Peenninu, "than
the fire that never shall be quenched."
"Now," said Melithon, the youngest of
the band, "are we the true soldiers of our
Great Captain. There is no more cold
where He now is; there is the perpetual
sunshine of His Presence."
"If we were fighting against an earthly
enemy," cried another," how should we think
scorn and contempt of him that played the
traitor! But now we wrestle not against
fesh and blood, but against principalities,
against powers, against the rulers of the

op mmmSUL U
darkness of this word, against spiritual
GOD grant that none of us turn back P'
cried Melithon.
Then they prayed earnestly that He, Who
had in a special manner consecrated the
number forty to Himself; Who had bade
Moses tarry in the mount forty days, Who
had fed Elijah with that food, in the strength
whereof he went forty days and forty nights,
Who had given Nineveh forty days for re-
pentance, Who had chosen for the first wit-
ness of His Apostles a man aty years old-
they called on Him Who had Himself fasted
forty days, and had lain forty hours in
death, not to fail them then. "Forty ath-
letes," they said, "0 LORD, we have en-
tered the arena; let forty victors receive
the prize 1"
Semproniue, meanwhile, with three sol-
diers, was waiting in the Priest's house the
result. Having given them their orders, he
left them in the ante-chamber, and then,
wrapping his cloak more closely around
him, he leaned back in his chair and
He slept :-and in his sleep he beheld

STu I Onrr KnfarK m
this vision. He stood by the side of the
pool, and aw the Martyrs in their conflit.
As he gazed on them an angel came down
from the sky with a golden crown in his
hands. Its brightness was not of this world;
it was most bright, most beautiful. He
brought another, and another, and another,
till the dreamer perceived that he was
charged with the everlasting diadems of the
victorious Martyrs. Nine-and-thirty crowns
he brought, but he came not with the
"What may this meant" asked Sem-
pronius, as he awoke. "Is it thus their
GOD rewards them that suffer in His ser-
vice ? And if it be, why yet is there one
wanting to the perfect number?"
As he was speaking, there was a con-
fusion in the ante-room, and one of the
soldiers entered. "Quintilius sacrifies," he
said, "and no marvel; the cold is more than
Sempronius went out. The wretched
man had been clad,-was crouching over
the fire, was drinking spiced wine; but such
a look of horror and agony was in his face,
that the centurion said half aloud, Better

Y U-AM. -
to sffer the wort than that. Exeute
your orders," he said more loudly to the
oldiers; "let himbe takenallare of. Give
me my cloak, Cestiu-I go to see the rest."
He went forth. Still the cloudless night;
still the intense piercing blast from the
range of Caucasus. Most of them, on the
frozen pool, had fallen where they stood.
To them the bitterness of death was pat;
for they were in that last fatal sleep; and
their diadem, though not yet attained, wa
certain. Others were praying: and most
earnest of all was Pescenninus. "Forty
athletes," he said, "we have entered, 0
LORD, the arena; let forty victors receive
the prize !"
"Nay," said Sempronius; "that pssee
the power of your GOD, or of any; Quin-
tilius has sacrificed."
He Who is Almighty," said the centu-
rion, "hath means to accomplish His pur-
poses which men can little know. There-
fore cease I not to pray that there may be
forty victors still."
0 wonderful power of prayer in all! but
most wonderful virtue of intercession in
CHusT's martyrs!

36 TIs roanT mK rrA or smUaT.
At that moment a thought rushed into
the mind of Sempronius; a thought so sweet,
so cheering, that the bitter Armenian night
seemed to him as pleasant as the breath of
a May-morning in the gardens of the Hes-
perides. Quintilius has fallen from his
crown: I may attain to it."
In half an hour he had roused the legate
from his sleep, and had professed himself a
Christian. In half an hour more he stood
himself on the frozen pool, a confessor among
the other confessors. And there was yet
life in Pescenninus and Melithon, to hail
this new brother in arms in their spiritual
warfare. He too, contending to the end,
received the prize; the virtue of Baptism,
as the Church has ever taught, being sup-
plied to him in this case by the grace of
that Martyrdom whereof he was counted
Thus the intercession of the confessor
prevailed. Forty athletes entered the arena;
and forty victors received the prize.



cmo. A.D. 265.

NuantL sixteen hundred years ago, the sun
was setting brightly over the hill country of
Syria. The husbandman was loosing his
oxen from the plough, or driving them home-
ward; the vine-dreser put his pruning-knife
in his belt, and came weary from the vine-
yard; the shepherd "called his own sheep
by their name," and penned them safely in
the fold. The shadows of the trees stretched
longer, and the west grew brighter and
brighter: it was the time of rest; the time
that reminds us how this world shall not last
for ever; how the troubles and the labours
of the life that now is shall one day have an
end in that rest which remaineth for the
people of GOD.
And I dare say it was with some such
thought as this that a venerable-looking old


88 DI DII AND LzooS .
man, journeying onward through that quiet
spring evening, comforted himself. It was
Gregory, Bishop of Neocsarea, so famous
throughout the Church for the miracles that
GOD wrought by his hand, that he has from
that time to this been known by the name
of Gregory the Wonder-worker. He had
manfully borne the heat and the burden of
the day; he had witnessed a good confes-
sion before the judgment-seat of heathen
persecutors; he had been in perils and la-
bours from youth to old age; and now his
time for rest had nearly come, and he re-
joiced that he might so soon hope to go
home to his LORD.
So he passed on; sometimes looking at
the sun, now close on the horizon, and some-
times, as he came to the top of some little
hill, casting his eyes straight before him, if
perchance, he might see a place of lodging
for the night. At length he passed through
a grove of palmtrees; the sun was shining
on their tall heads, but twilight was thick
around their feet. And the whispering of
the wind in their branches seemed as if they
were singing their evening hymn of praise
to GOD.

man w AND LoemO0.
But these palmtreea stood on an aersed
place. Gregory pesed through them, and,
on his right hand, rose a great Temple of
Apollo, resting, as it were, against the hil,
at the side of which it was built. Very
stately it was and beautiful, with its portico
of dazzlingly white marble; its porphyry
steps of entrance; its curious mouldings and
exquisite carvings. The doors stood open;
for it was a famot oracle. And here the
evil spirits delighted to give such answers as
they were able, or rather, as GOD in His
wise Providence allowed them to give, to
the heathens that came to inquire at the
"Here," said S. Gregory, "I will pass
the night. Those clouds that are gathering
in the west foretell a storm. Every place is
holy to a Christian; and neither the Priests,
nor the devils whom they serve, can hurt
me, if my Master be with me." So saying,
he made the sign of the cross, and entered
the temple.
Inside, it was nearly dark. Yet the
Bishop could see the silver image of Apollo,
that seemed in the very act of drawing the
bow; he noticed how gloriously the sculptor

omIro AND LosmMe.

had done his work, and perhaps he wondered
whether the time would come when the Art@
of men, then serving only to adorn the
temple of idols, would minister to the wor-
ship of GOD, and the beauty of His dwelling-
He drank of the waters of a spring that
rose in the temple, and ate a morsel of bread
that he had brought with him, and was re-
freshed. Then he knelt oh the marble pave-
ment, and besought Him, Who has dominion
over evil spirits and all the powers of dark-
ness, to preserve him that night; he prayed
for his own city of Neocsearea, and all
the faithful therein; he asked with earnest
faith that the day might soon come, when
the kingdoms of this world should become
the kingdoms of our LOBD and of His
CHnaIT; and he ended with that hymn of
the early Christians, which many an one has
uttered on earth, who now joins in the New
Song before the Throne and before the
Lamb. Here it is:

"Very Light, that ihin't above,
ull of grace and fll of love-
By the eternal FATH 's Throne,
Jaus CHu"sT, the only Sow:

-mmM AnM oMM 41 '
"In the Was the day hth died;
And we com to evmsd:
But our mo, a light grow dim,
PATrm, SBo, sad bin hymn.

"Worthy art Thou, now nd ever,
Of the praise that ceeth never,
In a world of sn and strife,
Sox of GOD, aod LoDO of Life "

The good Bishop finished his prayers;
and then, spreading a rough hair-coak that
he carried with him on the floor, he lay
down in peace, with these words--"Into
Thy hands I commend my spirit: Thou
hast redeemed me, 0 LORD, Thou GOD of
Truth"--on his lips and in his heart.
I have read of a holy missionary in India
who, when on his deathbed, was vexed and
distressed-was pressed even almost beyond
his strength, by the assaults of Satan and his
angels. They poured blasphemous thoughts
into his mind; they tried to terrify him
with hideous sights; they did all they could;
and for a time, the man of GOD was much
troubled. At last, with a smile, he said to
his friends: "If Satan gives me now but
one minute's agony for every temple of his

4e Ianmm AND LOOemG.
that, under GOD, I have cast down, is there
anything wonderful in his revenge?"
And so, doubtless, the powers of darkness
longed to work some harm on Gregory, the
Saint of the Most Highest. He had de-
stroyed multitudes of heathen temples: and
the spirits that had possessed them would
gladly have injured his body, whose soul
they could not hurt. But GOD'S care was
over His servant; angels filled that foul
temple, and S. Gregory slept quietly till
* He was unharmed by the malice of his
ghostly enemies: and now he was to give yet
a more wonderful proof how "among the
gods there is none like unto Thee, 0 LOaD:
there is not one that can do as Thou doest"
In the morning he arose, and went his
way: and shortly after, the Priest of Apollo
entered the temple, and the business of the
day began. Incense was burnt and oxen
slain; garlands of flowers were twined for
the altar; sweet music resounded in praise
of the idol; and the power of the true GoD
seemed as if it slept.
At length a countryman, named Metro-
dorus, came to the Portico.

smae AM ---WOWSe 4
May it please your worship" said he it
the Priest, "I have come to consult the
"The oracle i ever open," replied Do&-
theu the Priest, "but the god answers not
unless his ministers are requited."
"A state of silver have I brought,"
answered the poor man; "will that be
sufficient 1"
"A state sufficient 1" cried Doeitheus; "it
is an insult to the god to offer it. For les
than three states the oracle is not con-
What am I to do T" said the other. "I
have lost my four oxen, that labour daily
with me, and hope of finding them I have
none, save in the oracle."
Doubtless the oracle will tell you where
they are," answered the Priest, "but not
without the three statess"
"But I have them not," replied the coun-
tryman; this is my last piece of money."
Have you nothing else? A sheep would
content the god."
"It is a hard thing," aid Metrodorus;
"but my oxen I must fnd, and the sheep
I will give. You know my dwelling; let

44 amN AN LOOeMa .
me ask now, and I can bring the sheep up
"Follow me, then," said the Priest. And
he led the way into a passage that ran round
the temple in the thickness of the walls.
Metrodorus followed: it was dark, damp,
and cold, and (he hardly knew why) a hor-
ror fell on his spirit, as if he were in some
unholy presence. At length there was the
glimmer of a lamp, and they stood by a kind
of grated window, opening into a deep, dis-
mal cavern, under the mountain. Within
the window was the place of the Priestess,
who gave the answers; her face was beau-
tiful, but pale as marble; her hair was braided
back from her forehead, but fell wildly over
her shoulders; and she eat on the tripod, or
three legged stool, waiting for the inspiration,
as it was called, of the god. The rock was
green and slimy with damp; there were trails
of slugs and other unclean animals on the
walls; and far, far below, as in a deep abyss,
the dropping of water was heard.
The Priest asked the question of Metro-
dorus as the custom was, in verse-
"Where are Metrodoru' kine t
Hear and answer, Power Divine?"

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There was dead silence for a few momits.
Metrodorus could not help shuddering, so
awful was the gloom above, and the gurgling
of the waters below.
At length the Priestess said, in a low
hollow voice, "He speaks not."
He would be invoked," replied the Priest,
and he chanted thus:
"From the manions, calm and bright,
Of serene Olympus' height;
Or if Creta plee thee more,
Or thy own loved Delian shore,
Or where Phrygian billows tow
Bound the rocks of Tenedos,
God that hold't the silver bow,
Hear and answer us below."
"He speaks not yet," said the same hollow
This is strange," remarked the Priest, in
a whisper. "The god is most willing to
answer: I must try yet again."
He went into the temple, and presently
returned with a censer, and thus sang:
"Phabus Apollo, thou whose dart
Pierced Crisa's serpent to the heart,
Who from the chariot of the day
Dost every realm of earth survey;
Giver of wisdo, and of might,
Whoe breath b youth, whose mile is light-"

Even ma he spoke, a sharp shudder ran
through the frame of the prophetems, her
head was thrown back, her pupils dilated,
and she answered:
"Strangers have pMed my marble door,
And I am silent evermore."
"What may this meant" cried the Priest,
in an agony of rage and grief. "What
strangers have been here or why should
the hospitable god refuse them shelter "
"One was here last night," said Metro-
dorus, "a Christian Bishop; his name is
Gregory. Many wonderful things hath he
wrought by witchcraft. I know he was
here, for I saw him leave the temple when
I drove out my flocks to pasture this
"Which way went het" inquired Dosi-
theus, eagerly.
"Towards Errha," replied the peasant,
"He can not be far off."
"I will pursue him instantly," said the
Priest. "He shall reverse his charm, or
Half an hour saw Dositheus mounted on
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the Bishop. And an hour more brought
him up with the man of GOD, who wa
making his morning meal under an oak.
"Villain cried Dositheus, "blasphemer
of the gods worshipper of the Crucifed I
Nazarene I sorcerer I restore me the oracle I
"What is it, my sonI" inquired S.
You slept in the temple last night, and
this morning the oracle has ceased. It is
your witchcraft. Reverse the charm, or
prepare to die."
"Your threats terrify me not, my son,"
mid the Bishop. "But behold what gods
you serve, when one poor aged man can put
them to silence."
"It matters not talking," replied Doi-
theus, drawing his sword. "Not only will
all hope of gains to us cease, but the great
name Apollo of Errha will be a laughing-
stock in Asia. Reverse the charm, I say,
"Spare your threats," aid 8. Gregory.
"That you may know His power, Whose
unworthy servant I am--mark me." He
took a small piece of parchment from his
cloak, wrote something on it with a reed

oW BUmNmMID zLOUm. .
pen, folded it, and said, "Lay that, my son,
on the altar, and the oracle will speak."
The Priest took it. "We know, said he,
"that you Nazarenes are of all men most
execrable, but yet we may trust your word.
On the word of a Christian, will it be sot"
On the word of a Christian and a Bishop,
it will," replied S. Gregory.
Scarcely wishing him good day, Dositheus
gallopped of, not daring to open the parch-
ment, which contained, he thought, some
dreadful spell.
And what was it, you long to ask, that
S. Gregory had written? What could the
servant of GOD have to say to the Prince of
the powers of darkness
There were but four words, and they were
Dositheus laid the parchment on the altar,
and went towards the oracle. As he was on
his way, Metrodorus met him.
"It hath spoken! it hath spoken!" he
cried. My oxen are at Errha."
Satan entered, it is true, but the Priest's
heart was touched. "The servants of the

GOD of Chr tiar oan bind md loow oar
gods. What, then, must their Master
Such was his thoughts morning and
night, for a month. Then he asked for
bptism; and when S. Gregory was gone
to the reward of his labour, he governed
the Church of Neooearesa

the foolish things of thit world to confound
the wise.

A.D. 881.

THE Bishops of the Holy Church through-
out all the world came together at Constan-
tinople. They met to declare the faith on
certain matters concerning which evil men
had taught false doctrine. They knew that
He who has promised that the gates of
hell shall never prevail against His Church,
would be with her now, pouring down the
grace and the wisdom of the HOLY GHOST
upon her, so that the decision of the Council
should be the very truth of GOD.
And, indeed, a more noble army of Saints
hardly ever assembled in one place. Under
their two great leaders, S. Gregory, Bishop
of Nazianen, and S. Meletius, Bishop of
Antioch, they gathered together an assembly

eobn sAMss oem. 61
of confeor of Cmua 's name, and witness
to Hi truth
Many Pagans also were there to hear
what should pas; for though the Roman
Emperors had now been Christians for
more than My years, yet heathenism still
prevailed very widely, and in the dark places
of the earth there were gods many and lords
One of these Pagans, his name was Athe-
neus, called himself the greatest philosopher.
of .the day. He professed to know, and he
delighted to expound to others, all those dif-
fiult questions which puzzled the wisest of
the heathen: whether the soul would live
for ever--what was the chief good-how it
came to pass that evil entered the world.
And he boasted that, by his arguments, he
could prove the Christian religion to be
utterly false, so that its very believers must
give it up.
Knowing, then, that the most learned
Bishops of the Church were gathered to-
gether in that city, Athensus thought to
get himself no small honour by arguing with
them and confuting them. So, putting on
the philosophy's hair cloak, which he always

were, he came forth on a fine autumn morn-
ing, into the great square of Constantine.
Very beautiful were the many churches of
the first Christian city: that of the Eternal
Wisdom, afterwards to be rebuilt with so
much more magnificence; that of the Resur-
rection; that of S. John the Baptist; and a
hundred others of less note. The sun shone
brightly on these vast piles of marble; some
white as driven snow; some of a rosy hue,
starred with silver flowers; some veined in
white and crimson; some red with pellets of
Stately also was the palace of the Emperor,
with its great gates of bran; and the limes
and chestnuts that shadowed the gardens
of the Casar, filled the air with freshness.
And between the long piles of building,
wherever there might be an accidental open-
ing for the eye, the blue waves of the Helles-
pont rolled and glittered in light.
The Council was not yet opened, and the
Bishops were walking or standing in groups
of three or four, and talking of the state of the
Church, or of the need of their flocks. Holy
Prelates from Egypt met, for the firt time,
others from India: Greek and Syrian, Ara-

m~.g~.-7"m L--^------- ^--- ".-", r---- ..i^..|.
eaN ana CamoEa. 51
ban and Thrana ame together. All their
lives long their battle had been one-for GOD
against Satan; their strength had been one-
the gift of the HOLY GHOST; their aim had
been one-the glory of their dear LorD
Jseus CaUsT. And now, for a few short
days, they might take sweet council together,
and walk in the house of GOD as friends;
then they must return to their far distant
homes-must bear the burden and heat of
the day a little longer-must never hope to
see each other again till they should meet in
To the great square came also the citizens of
Constantinople, and the nobles of the Court;
the peasants gathered in from the surround-
ing country; all were anxious to own that
GOD was "very greatly to be feared in the
Council of the Saints."
Forth came Athenmus, in the pride of his
heart, and advanced to the great column,
where a group of the principal Bishops were
"Hear me," said he, "Christians: I came
to challenge you to dispute. Give me a mav,
and let us reason together. If he can make
good that the Crucified One is GOD, I will

6A GOD ATH OCaom .
ak for bapti m: if he fuil, let him burn
incense in the temple of Jupiter. Let the
time be now, shd the place here; I am sure
of my cause, and you profess to be certain of
Then arose a confused murmur amongst
the people. Some of the heathens cried,
"Atheneus hath said well I" Some asked,
"Who will dispute with him ? Some ex-
claimed, Let us gather around and hear I"
And the philosopher folded his arms, and
stood proudly waiting for his enemies.
The Bishops looked at each other. None
answered; for they knew the wisdom of
Athemus, and they feared to injure the
cause of GOD, if they should be put to the
worst by the philosopher. At last many
eyes were turned to S. Meletius of Antioch,
and more to S. Gregory of Nazianen; and
several of the Bishop said, in a low voice,
"Your holiness must answer for us-your
blessedness must speak."
But it pleased GOD, in that very moment,
to show that the race is not always to the
swift, nor the battle to the strong.
There was an old vinedresser, named
Dionysiun, who had come from a village

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near Costantinople, to se the Bishops; ad
he now stood boldly forth, and aid, in his
homely language: "Hark ye, philosopher! I
myself will dispute with you."
"No, no!" cried several voices. "One
of the Bishops I one of the Bishops I Mele-
tius Gregory I Cyriacus "
"Your blessedness must speak," said Cy-
riacus to S. Gregory; "the faith is in peril."
But Gregory, full of the HOLY GHOST,
answered, Out of the mouths of babes and
sucklings, in knowledge of the faith, if not
in years, GOD can perfect praise. Let the
husbandman dispute with him."
And the multitude, always fickle, shouted,
"Dionysius Dionysius Dionysius disputes
with Athenmus "
"No said the philosopher. "I dispute
not with peasants."
"Then own," said S. Gregory, "that a
peasant overthrows you."
"It is false," replied Athenmus. "Never-
theless, that I may not give you a handle
to blaspheme our gods, I will condescend
even to this countryman. Stand forth,
The crowd gathered round the philosopher

6 eGOD HATii oOnM .
and the Christian peasant, while several of
the Bishops whispered to each other: "It
ought not to be-Gregory is wrong-the
poor old man cannot argue-our faith will
be despised."
But Severus, an aged Bishop of Syria,
made answer, "Have ye never read the
Scriptures concerning David and Goliath?
The battle is the LORD'S, and He will give
them into our hand."
Now, philosopher," said Dionysius, "let
us understand each other. I will begin, you
shall reply; but if you cannot answer, you
shall own yourself vanquished. Is it soT"
"Undoubtedly I will," said Athenmu,
with a sneer.
"It is well," replied the vinedresser. "I
will therefore begin. Philosopher, there is
but one GOD, Who hath made all things in
heaven and earth; and one LORD JESUs
CaRIsT, His only SON our LORD; and one
HOLY GHOST, Who comforteth us. This
you deny. Why do you deny it Answer
me. But first, in the name of our LORD
JEuse CHaeT, I command thee to be dumb.
Now answer."
Athenmus stood forward to speak, but

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his tongue dlave to the root of his mouth.
Again and again he tried to answer, and
again and again he failed.
A miracle! a miracle shouted the by-
standers; "Dionyuius! Dionysius !
And even the heathen cried out, "The
Christian hath triumphed !"
Athensus slank off in confusion, and S.
Gregory, turning to the other Bishope, aid,
" Did I not tell you, my brethren, that Gon
hath chosen the foolish of this world to con-
found the wise; yea, and things which are
not, to bring to nought things that are, that
no flesh should glory in His presence ?"


A.D. 404.

THE blood of the Martyrs had triumphed.
GOD had heard the prayers of the souls
under the Heavenly Altar. Idol temples
were every where falling to ruin; idol sa-
crifices were scarcely known. Eighty years
had passed since Constantine saw that glo-
rious Cross which led him to victory; and
though Julian the Apostate, fighting against
GOD, had for a little while restored the
worship of devils, he had gone to his ac-
count; and the faith of the Crucified One
prevailed far and wide. But just as after a
storm at sea, though the wind may have
been hushed, and the clouds may have fled,
still the long dark waves come rolling in,
and there is not yet calm; so many of the
evil habits and customs of heathenism still

Trn sAm smow or muArsT .
chng to those who were no longer hethenm;
and required time, and courage, and fait,
before they could be put away.
Now, then, my story must take you to
Rome on a fine December morning, four
hundred and four years after the birth of
our LORD. The great city was full of joy
and activity. Multitudes were pouring down
every street, but all hurrying in one direo-
tion; shops were shut; ladies were borne
along by their slaves in rich litters; patri-
cians sweeping onward with their long train
of dependants. "Look I there is one of the
Consuls, the faces (the axe in a bundle of
rods) borne before him by the liotor as in
the old times; by the side of that house
which is being rebuilt, a placard is fixed; and a
number of the lower tradesmen are gathered
round to read it. It sets forth that, on the
tenth of the Kalends of January, at the
third hour, there will be a great show of
gladiators, Marcus Trebellius Pollio, Editor,
(that is, provider and arranger of the spec-
tacle); and then followed a long list of famous
gladiators, and how they were to be matched;
al which things would give you no idea of
the show if I were to write them down;

but appeared greatly to please the ctizens,
who were reading the names.
Still the crowd rolled on, more impa-
tiently as the sun grew higher; they poured
down the Via Sacra; every narrow alley at
the foot of the Esquiline Hill sent forth its
fives and its tens; from the Suburra (the
lowest and most infamous part of Rome),
squalid men, miserable women, and all the
vice of the city rolled forwards and onwards;
the slaves ran forward faster with the litters;
the patrician's dependents, shadows as they
were called, hurried on to secure him a good
place-one and all, the course was to the
We will go there too; but first we must
stop to listen to what an old, venerable,
man, clad in a simple hair cloak, and clearly,
by his voice and manner, a stranger to Rome,
is saying to that youth at his side. His
name was Telemachus: he had come from
Syria, a poor, unlearned monk. He had no
friends,--he knew no one; but he had given
a denarius to a poor lad at the Port Tri-
umphalis, by which he had entered the city,
to show him the way to the Colosseum.
And why did he come He had heard,

en ASt Smow or OL~n.Um 6t
even as fr off a Syri, of the wied
abominations of the shows of gladitors; he
knew that men were trained to fight hand
to hand, and life against life, for the amuse-
ment of the brutal people that even yet
counted the amphitheatre as one of their
great amusements; that the death of the
combatant was criticised and applauded as
the most common and everyday occurrence
might be; that even then the amphitheatre
was crowded by men, aye, and by women;
aye, and by highborn men and women, who
in a few days would flock, in nearly equal
numbers, to the many churches of Rome to
celebrate the great Christmas festival of
peace. True: Constantine had much dis-
couraged these shows; there was no longer
such a monstrous waste of life as when
ten thousand gladiators once fought under
Trjan. But still, every December, the
wretched men-more wretched because now
they were not condemned malefactors, fight-
ing for their lives, but because they gloried
in their calling--were pitted together; the
victor to be saluted with shouts from the
innumerable multitude-the vanquished to
be drawn out with hooks. And so holy

62 Tn1 LAS sow or eQLAmwT
Telemachus, being strong in faith, and know-
ing that GOD could work the greatest ends
by the weakest hands, came to Bome, de-
termined to do that which Emperors and
Kings had failed in accomplishing, and to
put down the shows.
There it is I" cried the boy, as he turned
sharp round by the Temple of Vests, in ruins,
and pointed to the immense pile of building
that stood out against the eastern sky.
"Is that the Colosseum inquired Te-
lemachus, pausing a moment, and lifting up
his prayer to the GOD Whose he was, and
Whom served.
"Yes, by Hercules I" cried the lad. "But
come on, sir, or we shall not get a place."
Before we enter with them, you must for
a moment try to fancy the scene as it then
was. You must stand on that most sacred
ground-most sacred I call it, for none was
ever more richly dyed with the blood of
martyrse-where the tall cross now flings its
dark shadow so peacefully over the green
sward. All around in that oval mass of
building, tier behind tier, gallery beyond gal-
lery, rose, sloping upwards from the ground,
the eighty-seven thousand seats of the mul-

Tra Lu T ow Or asuaM. a
ttude. It was a se of &fes, that seemed
to stretch up from the arena aeost to the
clouds. The podium, the lowest seat rotnd
the aren, and of course the best place for
seeing, was already filled by the senators;
the Emperor's throne was empty; for Hono-
rius would never witness the games: but
with that one exception, all and every part-
the fourteen benches of the knights behind
the senators, the popularia or common seats
above them, the very extreme height-all
was densely crammed. The editor was
already seated close to the Emperor's throne,
on the podium. To prevent accidents from
wild beasts, this not only rose about fifteen
feet above the arena, but had a small canal
running round at its foot, which, again on
the opposite side, had once been fenced with
iron rails, though it was now no longer so
Telemachus and his guide entered one of
the vomitoris, the great outer doors, ascended
the steps into the first of the passages, and
the whole scene burst upon them at once.
"I wih," said the hermit, "to get down
as near as I can to that place," pointing to
the arena.

64 TH LAs Sr O sow or uIATOS.
"You should have been earlier," said the
boy, "to do it. You can't get lower than
to the back of the knights' seats, and you
will have to pay pretty handsomely for that,
"I have money," replied the old man,
Pass on pass on 1" cried the designator,
the man whose business it was to place
people in their proper seats.
"This philosopher," said the lad, for he
took Telemachus for one, "wants to get
close down to the knights."
"Can you pay ?" asked the designator.
"What will it cost 1" inquired Telemachus.
"You will not get a seat there for less
than half a solidus," replied the other.
"I will give it," said the hermit; "and
another half to you, if you will get me a
place there."
Follow me, sir," said the designator, more
respectfully. "Out of the way, fellows
Stand back there This way, sirr' And
he pushed on, till he reached the end of
the passage, at the back of the knights'
"Is there any locarius here said he.

s tLe A s mow PW rMAsOaI. s
The b wod were poor men who ame very
early, and then let others have their seats
afterwards on receiving money.
"Here cried a man, rising.
"A gentleman wants your seat," said the
deigator. "What is it r
"Two solidi," was the reply.
"Better ask two sestertia at once," said
the designator. "Half a solidue is more than
"I won't take it," cried the other.
"Listen," said Telemachus, simply. "I
will give one solidus, but I will give no more,
because I have no more to give."
The people round laughed; and the loea-
rinus saying sullenly, "Let me have it, then,"
gave up his place to Telemachus. The deig-
nator received his promised fee, and walked
Now, understand this. The Syrian her-
mit was thus sitting, with fifteen rows-
fourteen of knights, one of senators-between
himself and the arena, with his back to all
the seats, less close to the knights, that went
towering up to the sky. He had one of
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66 THn LAS snow or eLASATO.
I must now take you for a moment to ano-
ther part of the same building; but we will
not stay there, lest we should be defiled by
our standing within sound of some impurity.
In one of the many vestibules that opened
off from the arena, twelve or fourteen gladi-
ators were collected, ready to make their
entrance. They were all pupils of the famous
lanista, or trainer of gladiators, Cluvienus.
The old man was busy examining their arms,
and giving a parting word of advice to one
or two of his most favourite disciples.
"Now, Thraso," said he, to a big brutal
Albanian, you leave your side a little lees
open than you did yesterday, or by Hercules
you will repent it. You, Scaurus, you must
get out of that habit of winking, or it will be
your ruin. You have all heard of my old
master Athenodorus; I believe that half his
success rose from the steadiness of his eye-
lids. What cheer up, Tryphon! You are
matched to-day with a man against whom it
is an honour to be pitted. Come, come,
beat him, and Ill engage you get the rudis,
(the rod given a gladiator as a sign that he
was discharged) if you wish for it."
Tryphon, a young Lycian slave, had indeed

=sD LAW mlow Or OIA!M"ef

reason to wish his disarge. He had oome
to Bome an idolater; he had heard the truth,
and had believed; then he had applied or
baptism. But the Bishop of Bome, 8.
Siricius, refused to give it to him while he
remained a gladiator; it was the wise and
holy will of the Church, and he would not
depart from it. In vain Tryphon urged that
he was a slave: that he must obey his mas-
ters and fight.
So thought not the Martyrs," said Siri-
cius, "else had their names never attained
that honour in which the Church holds them.
If you will pledge me your word never to
appear in the arena-to endure the womt
rather-I will admit you to baptism; if not,
GOD forbid I should profane that holy my-
tery by admitting one to it who will so often,
if he lives, be engaged in open and flagrant
"But, holy father," pleaded Tryphon, "I
will obtain my discharge as soon as ever I
can-I hate my profession-I know it i
"So much the better for yourself; my
son," replied the Bishop, "if it shall please
GOD to spare your life. But what right

have you to reckon on that And remem-
ber how fearul a thing it is to triple with
But Tryphon had not courage boldly to
declare that he would no longer appear in
the arena. He feared the trial of bitter
mocking and scourging, which would have
been assuredly his; for, in the theii state of
feeling, his masters would not have dared
to take his life. Twice he had since then
fought in the shows, and each time he was
conqueror; and, to his great joy, each time
he had only wounded, not killed, his antago-
nist. He was already looked on as a most
promising gladiator, and this day he was
matched with a very strong and skilful Thra-
cian, by name Maximus, the terror of the
whole set of gladiators, for he boasted that
he had slain forty-three. Tryphon knew
himself to be inferior in skill to his adver-
sary-he feared that GOD had delivered him
into his hands-he hardly dared to pray for
protection to Him Whom he had not had
courage to confess; and it was sad that, in
this case, out of self-defence, he must try to
take his opponent's life. It would never do
to attempt to wound him; he must kill or be

Tru Lr sm OW OLr o IS s .
killed. And if he fell hiume-if he, who
might have had baptim, and had rdmsed
it, were called into the presence of (G ,
without a moment for prayer-in a sinfal
deed I he shuddered at the thought of it.
"Cheer up, lad! cheer up!" said the
rough but kind old lanista. "This Maximus
has a worse name than he deserves. With
such a scutor as you, he ought not to
get off.*
I must stop a moment to explain how they
fought in this case. Maximus was renowned
as a reiari He wore a short tunic, but no
defensive armour, not even a helmet. His
arms were a net, with which he tried to
catch his enemy's head, and a trident, with
which to dispatch him. Tryphon had a
helmet, a shield, and a sword; it was his
business to avoid the net, and then to follow
hard upon his enemy, before he could have
opportunity for a second throw.
"Look you said the lanita. "Maxi-
mus always throws too far. Do you keep at
the widest distance from him-tempt him to
make the furthest throw he can, then squat
down, get within his guard, and you have

70 T= LAS snow or eLADUlTO
At this moment the trumpets pealed long
and loud; the door of the various rooms
were thrown open, and the gladiators, amidst
the loud shouts of the people, entered the
arena. They walked round it by pairs; they
bowed to the spectators; then they took
their places; there was another blast of the
trumpets, and the work of death began.
Three pairs of gladiators fought in the first
Telemachus looked up to the sky, and
murmured to himself, "strengthen me, 0
LORD, I pray Thee, only this once." But
the people, in wild excitement, stood up in
their seats, stamped, clapped, shouted, as a
stroke was dexterously aimed, or more dex-
terously warded off. Presently there was a
loud cry of Habetl Habet! "He has it I He
has it!" and one of the gladiators fell, a
stream of dark blood pouring from his no-
trils and mouth. The victor stepped back,
amidst the thundering applause of the
The chief interest lay between Maximus
and Tryphon. If Tryphon had received
advice from his master, so had Maximus
from his. Tryphon kept at his utmost dis-

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tane; Maimus started dome to him, made
a cut with his net, and caught the &sh
that was the cest of his helmet. Tryphoo
dropped his head suddenly, and the net
slipped off. Now Maximus had to fly if
his life. Tryphon, amidst the shouts of the
people, pursued him twice round the arenas
so closely, that he had no opportunity of
making another cast. But as they rushed
for the third time close under the place
where Telemachus sat, Tryphon's sword all
but piercing his enemy's back, Maximu,
seeing it must be now or never, leapt quickly
to one side, made a cast with his net, caught
the helmet of Tryphon, and threw him to
the ground with a jerk. High in the air glit-
tered the trident, and Tryphon felt that all
was over.
A yell from every part of the theatre.
Telemachus had thrown himself over into
the knights' seats, pushed through them and
the senators, jumped into the aena, and
caught Maximus's right arm.
"You shall not kill him!" he cried.
"GOD has sent me to put an end to this
accursed sport."
Tryphon was on his feet in a moment and

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free. Maximus grappled with Telemachus.
But the aren was full of the lowest rabe.
Svage at the interruption of their sports,
they burst all fences, and crowded round
Telemachus. Sticks, stones, bricks, they
showered on the hermit; and when the offi-
cers of the theatre had again cleared the
arena, scarcely could you have told that the
remains of the saint had ever borne the form
of man.
By dying, Telemachus triumphed. The
games were broken off; and Honorins, taking
advantage of the general horror, and gather-
ing courage from the example of the Martyr,
put an end, at once and for ever, to the bloody
shows of the gladiators.



A. D. 881.

IT was Palm Sunday. The hedgerows by
the way side and the trees in the wood
began to look like a green cloud; every
sunny bank was spotted with the gold of a
hundred primroses; here and there daisies
and buttercupe peeped out from the meadow-
grss, and the violet, hiding itself by the
roots of the old tree, made the pleasant lane
pleasanter with its fragrance. The palm,
too, was out in full blossom; its buds stood
forth from the bare hedge, as if offering
themselves to be gathered. For we, who,
in these cold northern climates, cannot have
those long waving branches of the true palm,
which the multitudes that went before, and
that followed after, bore around our SAvrom,

74 TU PuoammsU oa PALM.
may yet be thankful that He, Who has
made the green things upon the earth to
praise Him, and magnify Him for ever,
has given us a tree that we may use in
celebrating His last and greatest entrance
into Jerusalem.
That Palm Sunday morning rose bright
and blue over France: but nowhere brighter,
nowhere bluer, than over the ancient city
of Metz. From the narrow streets, and
from the green hills that surrounded them,
came the music of the church bells; now
close to the ear, like a torrent of melody,
now far off and faint, like the distant songs
of angels. Before the sad week, the Church
was about to rejoice in the triumph of her
But far above the steep gables of the
houses, rose the great castle, with its sten
dark walls, round turrets, loopholes, window
slits, and dungeons. A melancholy place,
when every thing else was glad, where the
sun's rays could scarcely enter; and when
they did enter, they came faint and sickly,
as if they, too, felt that they were in a
prison. Yet, one there was in a cell of the
Castle, who felt more true liberty than any

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other man in that great city. One of our
poets say,
Stone walk do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and peaceful, take
That for an hermitage.

And so Theodulph, the good Bishop of
Orleans, found it-for he it was of whom I
spoke. If he had been of the world, the
world would have loved its own; but be-
cause he was not of the world, therefore, ac-
cording to his Master's saying, did the world
hate him. He had boldly rebuked Louis,
the Emperor, for his sin; and the Monarch
had thrown him into prison. He, then, suffer-
ing for the truth, bound though he was, was
the LORD's freeman: the Emperor, living
delicately in his palace, was a slave to his
own lusts, and to Satan.
You might have seen Bishop Theodulph
on that morning, as he stooped over the
vellum book that lay on the rude' table,
how his heart took courage, as he read in
the Psalms of the day, of One That had come
into deep waters, so that the floods ran over
Him; and Whose sight failed for waiting so

76 a i ROoaNem of PAi
long upon His GOD. I will not sy that the
brave old man had no sad thoughts, a the
bells came chiming up pleasantly to his ear,
and he remembered his own Cathedral, and
his own Priests. I will not say that he did
not feel it sad to be shut up from the fresh
air, and from the glorious sun. But, if he
did, he thought of the house not made with
hands, eternal in the sky, from which no
King could shut him out; he thought of the
utmost bound of the everlasting hills, from
which no prison could restrain him. And
he turned page after page of his book, the
letters whereof were glorious with gold and
crimson-of gold, bright as the cloud that
hangs over the sun when it is set-of crim-
son, deep as the colour of a mountain peak,
before the break of day.
Forth went Louis, with his nobles and
his courtiers to the Cathedral. For his
heart was blinded in its sin, and he thought
to obtain favour from that GOD, Whose
Bishop even then he was persecuting: and
though he had refused to hear the servant,
he hoped to be heard of the Master. There
was many a light word spoken, and many a
light thought entertained. But still they

rode on, plging into the heart of the dcy,
and now winding round the foot of the Ca e.
"I would, in good truth" aid the Empemer
Louis, "that the Bishop Theodulph were
with us. Perhaps I was too hasty; the old
man meant me well. But to loose him till
he craves pardon, were a disgrace to me,
and a shame to my crown."
"That it would indeed be, Sire," said
Count Adhemar, of Poictiers, a young noble-
man whom Theodulph had more than once
reproved. "When the Bishop shall most
humbly have craved forgiveness, then your
majesty may extend your royal favour to
him; but not lightly even then."
"We will teach him to bridle his tongue,"
continued the Emperor. "Some taste of im-
prisonment he hath had; and, by my troth,
unless he mends his ways, more he is likely
to have. Said I well, Sir Ymbert of
Hainault 1"
"On my word, Sire, your Majesty said
not well," replied the old Knight bluntly.
"If you wait till pardon is asked, it will be
asked the other way."
"How mean you, Sir Knight asked
Loui, frowning.

78 IaS ia-n m oor AL.m

"Lord King," mid Sir Ymbert, "when
Theodulph and your Majesty stand before
the throne of Him, That is your King and
hi, I marvel who will then be the suppliantr
"This boldness passes said Louis.
"Something we allow to your long ser-
vices; but-hark I what music is that T"
As he spoke, there stole down through
the air, a hymn so sweet and soft, so sad,
and yet so full of triumph, that, with one
accord, the King and his courtiers reined in
their horses, and listened in silence. And
thus ran the words:
Glory, and raise, and honour,
Be to Thee, Redeemer-King
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet Hosnns ring.
Glory, and praise, c.
Thou art the King of srael,
Thou, David's Royal Son;
Who in the Loan's name comes
That the victory may be won.
Glory, and praise, c.

The Company of Heaven
Are praising Thee on high;
And mortals on the earth, and all
Created things reply.
Glory, and praise, ec.

nm im--uu w wau. IS
The people ed the Helmw
With Pals before Thee went;
With prai and sppliation
Before Thee present.
Glory, and praise, e.

Thou wert hastening to Thy Passion,
When they poured their hymn of praise:
Thou art reigning in Thy glory
When our melody we raise.
Glory, and praise, c.

Their praises were accepted,
As they followed in Thy way:
0 King of tender mercy,
Accept our prayers to day.
Glory, and praise, and honour,
Be to Thee, Bedeemer-King!
To whom the liUp of children
Made sweet Hosanna ring.

There was silence for a few moments, as
the melody died away.
"It is the voices of Angels," said the
Lord of Puy de Dame.
It is rare music, come it from whence it
may," cried Count Adhemar.
"Methinks it comes from the Castle," said
"Look, Sire! Your Mqjesty is right!
said Sir Ymbert of Hainault. And he

80 TIrB rmoomo or PArr.L
pointed to the narrow window, where Theo-
dulph of Orleans, looked down on the pro-
The heart of the Emperor was touched.
"I have sinned like Herod," said he; "but
I will repent like Peter. Go, Sir Ymbert,
and you, Count Adhemar,' to the Bishop, and
pray him of his charity to come amongst us."
Theodulph came, not knowing what to
expect; for he it was, in truth, that had
made and had sung the hymn. Scarcely
had he passed the outer gates, when Louis
threw himself from his horse, and fell on
his knees.
"Forgive me, and pray for me, holy Pre-
late," said he. "If I have erred, there is
yet room for repentance."
"Of a surety, there is, my son," said
Theodulph, raising him. "GOD, That hath
given the grace of confession, will give that
of turning from your evil ways."
"The rather," said the King, "if you ask
it of Him by prayer. Pray you go with us
to the Cathedral, and there make supplica-
tion for me."
And for many hundred years after that
time, throughout the Western Church, the

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Ms imoesIsm oF PAXa, 81
"Glory, and praise, and honour," was sung in
the ProceMion of Palm. But long enough
now has Theodulph been joining in a nobler
hymn; the song of Moees and of the LAmB.


A PLEASANT thing it is, on a June evening,
to wander through the glades and amidst
the paths of an old forest. I do not mean
such a wood as we here in England are
mostly used to, where the rush and the
privet, the bramble and the broom, choke
the ground and confuse the eye; but such a
chase as those in which our kings of old
were wont to hunt, where the giant trees
soar high up into the air, and from stem to
stem the turf is soft and unbroken; where
the green pavilion that they stretch out over
head overflows, as it were, with yellow light,
while the air around seems green with the
reflected glow. Here and there, patches of
sunlight; here and there, stripe of darker
shade; while over head is the monotonous

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s swoeT orW MaIaN M
roar of innumerable branches, like the distant
swel of the sea, as it reaches the ear of the
traveller that is resting on the down.
Such is the Harz forest in Germany: and
as still and golden as June evening could be,
was that of which I am going to tell you a
In one of the wildest parts of this forest a
holy Priest, named Meinrad, had built him-
self a cell, and the woodmen, who lived here
and there in the glades and valleys around,
had come together, and raised a little chapel
It was the best they could make, but it was
only of wood; and they called it from S.
Hubert, for he was held the patron of hun-
ters, and generally of them that dwell in
It was a beautiful sound in that wild
place, the chiming of the little bell on the
holy days of the Church. There, through
the different paths of the greenwood, paths
which none but a practised eye could have
traced, strong men, who on other days were
felling the oak, or chasing the deer from
morning till night, mothers with their babies,
children, to whom the forest was as one great
home, all came up together to pray and to

84 TU seOIrT oF & MsUaD.
praise. And oftentimes to the cell of 8.
Meinrad they also came, when in trouble or
distress: silver and gold he had none, but
that which he had he gave them. He gave
them the treasures of his counsel; he gave
them the greater treasures of his prayers, for
he was one that had the gifts of healing, and
the fame of his wonders was spread far and
wide. His cell was a cave, in the side of a
steep hill bank: the entrance was narrow,
but within it rose higher. Over the mouth
hung a pink May bush, and four oaks mingled
their branches above it. And by the bush
Meinrad had raised a rude stone cross, as if
to hallow the hill by its presence. A bow-
shot from the cell rose the gable of the little
chapel; in winter it could be seen from the
cave itself, but the rich leaves of summer
shut it out from view.
But there were evil men who dwelt in the
forest, robbers, who had little pity for the
poor woodmen and their cottages, and plun-
dered where they might, and shed blood
where they were resisted. It happened, on
a Sunday, that their leader, by name Em-
meric, came up to S. Hubert's chapel, and
entered it as if for prayer. But holy Mein-

Tra swo or s. mamua.
rad bade him, in GOD'S name, to depart.
"Add not," he said, "sin to sin, by po-
faning the Church, and provoking its LoaD
to His face. Repent, and do actions worthy
of repentance; restore fourfold what you
have taken wrongfully; confess and pray
for pardon, and gladly will I, a Priest of
Holy Church, receive you to her love
I go," said Emmeric, fiercely; "but bet-
ter you had not been born than thus speak
to me." And he departed.
That day many a woodman prayed S.
Meinrad to hide in his cottage. Emmeric
is a bold bad man," said one; "I saw him
kiss the hilt of his sword as he went out:
he hath sworn vengeance, and he will keep
his oath."
Come to my hut, father," cried another.
"It is close to the Twelve Beeches, and
there are thickets hard at hand, where a
man might hide for hours, and his enemies
miss him after all."
"Mine is safer," said an old woodman.
"By S. Aldhehn's pool they will not think
of looking for him."
"Listen to them, my father," said Rude-

8a THsI aIro or iaman
id, the disciple of Meinrad. "What will
become of us all, if aught should befall
I am beholden to you, my sons," replied
Meinrad, "but I will bring to your remem-
brance what GOD'S servant said of old.
Should such a man as I flee Let Em-
meric do his worst. Though an host of men
were against me, my heart shall not fear:
though there rose up war against me, yet
will I put my trust in Him. GOD can save
me here, if He will: if not, He forbid that I
should do dishonour to his name, by leaving
my poet "
One and all, they tried to persuade him,
but S. Meinrad was firm.
"I am a Priest," he said; "were I a lay-
man, I say not that I would refuse to fly.
For this time, go each to your several homes,
and GoD's benison be with you."
That evening Meinrad and Rudesind sat
upon the hill-bank, above the cell. The
slant rays of the sun, like a sleet of fire, fell
in between the dark stems of the trees, light-
ing up the dim forest, and making it, as it
were, an atmosphere of glory. The sweet
May thorn glowed like the brightest of light

Ya nOTr oF s. M a AD. .
evening clouds; the grey cros hmg its long
shadow down the hill; the blackbird fitted
from the brake, with its low scream of plea-
sure; the hare scudded across the forest path,
and the woodpecker tapped on the hollow tree
regularly and monotonously. In the mouth
of the cave was a swarm of insects, making
the most of the end of one more day of their
little life.
And Meinrad had been cheering the heart
of his disciple, for Rudesind was the weaker
in faith.
"It may be so, my son," said he; "these
evil men may prevail over me to kill the
body, but there is the end of what they can
do. Learn from the glory of an evening
like this, some faint portion of the glory
which GOD hath prepared for them that
love Him. If the setting of the sun be of
such beauty, of how much beauty must be
that land where the sun shall never set! If
the ministration of death be glorious, how
shall the ministration of life exceed in glory r
It is true," said Rudesind. "Yet oh,
my father, I sit by your side, and hear your
words this evening; but what, if to-morrow,
I should be alone, and you at rest "

88 rT2 fOm or O S. 1m A.
"Is it so sad, then," asked Menard, "to
die for the truth They who contended
unto Martyrdom, seem they so miserable
Oh holy war, where the one seems to be slain,
and the other is sain; where to conquer is
perdition, to be conquered salvation I where
CHBIBT exults with the sufferer, and Satan
triumphs over the victor I"
As he spoke, the old woodman, that lived by
S. Aldhelm's Pool, came running up the hill.
"For GoD's love, my Father," he cried,
"be content, and come with me. Emmeric,
and five other men of Belial are even now at
hand. They have agreed to be here at sun-
set. Still I can save you."
Go with him, my son," said holy Mein-
rad to his disciple. "Your faith is weak.
Hide yourself till the storm be over."
"No, my Father," cried Rudesind. So
GOD do unto me, and more also, if aught but
death part thee and me I"
"Fly, good Father, fly I" said the poor
old man again.
No, my son," said Meinrad. My poet
is here."
I dare not tarry longer," said the wood-
man. Here I could not save you."

M eM Owr s.LD. Wm
But GoD can," said the Priet. "F aro
well, my son," and the peasant went ao
" Now let us into the cave," he continued.
"Will they not look for you first there I"
asked Rudesind, fearfully.
'" Is not the strength of the hills His also "
inquired Meinrad. "In, my son, in."
They are in the cave-the two weak,
unarmed men; the six armed robbers are
hurrying through the wood. They know
the cell; they have heard that Meinrad is
there; they are bent on vengeance. But
the LoaD's arm is not shortened that it can-
not save, nor His ear heavy that it cannot
And how did He guard His servant I Did
He strike those wicked men with the thun-
derbolt, or did the earth swallow them up,
like Korah and his company ? Did He terrify
them by some mighty sign, or did He touch
their hearts with repentance t
Not so: again He chose the weak things
of the world to confound the mighty.
No sooner were Meinrad and Rudesind in
the cave, than from the May bush that
overhung it, a spider let herself down
to the mouth of the cavern. With in-

90 TAE rTOST r oL 3MDMa.
credible speed she fixed her tackling threads
to each side of the rock; she plied her boay
feet up and down on them; she crosed and
recrossed; she laced and interlaced; she
moored the web here, and knotted it there;
spoke after spoke ran out from the centre to
the puny wheel; mesh on mesh is formed;
reticulation is heaped on reticulation; and in
five minutes the net is complete.
Yea! that poor little insect has woven
a better defence for GoD'S Priest in those
seconds, than armourers and masons, the best
in Europe could have raised him in years.
Up came the murderers, heated and pant-
ing, as the last slant ray of sun shot upward
and expired.
Now," cried Emmeric, "here is the cell.
Now we will teach the proud Priest a lesson."
"Marry, a lesson he can learn but once,"
laughed another of the robbers. "Is that
the cell?"
S" Yes 1" cried Emmeric. "Now we have
"Why, he is not here," cried two or
three. Look at the web."
"He cannot have been here to-day," said

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